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Finding your Feet	By : DancingBear Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 13192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold, nor any of the characters. I do not, and will not make any money from this story. (Original creator: Craig Bartlett)

Chapter List
- 1-Finding your Feet
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- 3-3
- 4-5
- 5-6
- 6-7
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- 8-9
- 9-10
- 10-11
- 11-12
- 12-13
- 13-14
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Her fingers wrapped around him, her mouth was pressed to his, she murmured as she kissed him, as she touched him. "You're gorgeous." She whispered, her breath in his lungs.
Nothing had ever felt so good. She pressed herself against him, one hand in his pants, the other tugged his top up, sliding around the back, pulling it up, over his head, forcing him to take his hands from her.
She stroked him, pulsing, hot in her hand. He had never felt so hard… he couldn't think… "I want you…" she was gasping, her mouth was on his neck, her back was arched. His hands found her, the soft flesh of her stomach, her hips… he pushed his fingers under the waistband of her leggings and was rewarded with a whimper as he grasped her ass, pulling her hard against him.
His hands roved over her ass, grasping at her. His teeth were on her shoulder… he was so close… he could feel himself getting harder… there were pressed tight together, every inch of them shoved hard together.
She made a high, gasping giggle. "Oh god…" She took her hand from him, making him groan in protest. She laughed, panting… She rolled her hips against him, found his mouth with hers. "Wanna get naked?" He could hear the laughter in her voice… she sounded giddy, happy.
He groaned, nodded. "Fuck…" He didn't know it could feel like this. He'd had sex with plenty of girls, before his accident… but he had never felt this… not this crackling static. He put his knee between hers, rolled her onto her back. She moaned. His cock jumped at the noise. He wanted her in a way he had never wanted before. She made him hot, fevered. He had a strange lump in his throat, a primal, angry feeling… but good.
Leaning over her kinda lopsidedly, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, tugging gently at them. "Please." She keened. Fuck she was sexy. She wriggled out of her leggings, kicking them off her feet. She arched her back, raised her arms. God… she was beautiful. He pulled her shirt up, gazing at her in the dim light… her white skin, her small, yet somehow heavy breasts, her soft stomach… he pulled the top from her arms, dropping it behind him.
Oh god. She was naked. Lying beneath him, squirming and panting and begging him. Her hands came back up to his pants, touching him softly through the fabric. She grinned when she felt his cock jump under her fingers.
He fell to her. Her skin was hot, electrifying him. He wanted to bite her, to push inside of her. "Oh my god." Her voice was high, desperate. "Touch me."
His hands grasped at her stomach, feeling the flesh give under his fingers… he dragged down to her curls, pushed the heel of his hand flat against her. She whimpered, shuddered. His hand came away wet.
She pushed at his trackpants. "Naked." She gasped, her voice hoarse, heavy, husky. He baulked… the stump. He felt his hands stiffen, his back flinch a little.
She stilled, raised a hand to his face. "Please, Arnold… I want to be with you…" She pleaded. "I want you inside me." Her thighs shook.
What could he do? He had to get over it one day… fear gripped his stomach as he nodded, glad the room was dark. "OK."
She pushed his pants down, sliding one hand briefly inside and rubbing at his cock as the other hand ran over his ass. She got them halfway down his thighs, leaning up to kiss him, her chest rising and falling with her fast, heavy breaths. Her thighs came up, circling his waist, she caught her toes in the waist band of his pants and tugged them down to his ankle.
He cringed as her bare calf dragged along the end of his aborted leg. He leaned back quickly to tug his pants from his foot, and held himself above her.
He could see the glint of her teeth in the dark as she grinned. He tried to talk himself down. It's OK… it's OK… she's still here… she's here, and naked, and beautiful… she doesn't care about my leg… just… just look at her, touch her… He bent his back, moved to put his mouth over her nipple.
Her hands grasped at him, she squealed. Her thighs slid back up his legs, around his hips… they were pressed together, the length of his cock nestled into the folds of her. She was so wet.
"I need to come." Her gasp was soft, he shivered as she pushed her hand between them… he could feel her moving, working at herself, the backs of her fingers pressing against his head as she rubbed at herself.
"Kiss me." She groaned… She made a long, low, strangled kind of a noise, arched her back, rolled her hips.
His mouth was on hers as he slid into her, like it was the most natural thing in the world. He shifted his hips, dragged the length of him down her hot, wet slit, and shunted forward, pushing his head into her.
"Fuck." They moaned simultaneously. He moved in and out of her, trying not to slam against her too hard. Now that his cock was inside her, he wanted all of him in her… he wanted his tongue in her ear, his fingers in her mouth… he couldn't get close enough.
She writhed under him, the rocking of her hips matching his thrusts… her legs tugging him in closer, further… his arms slid under her waist, hefted her up, forcing her back to arch. Her hand was jammed between them, her fingers circling furiously. He could feel the tension in her body, stringing her taut.
He pressed his mouth to her collarbone. "I'm gonna come." He groaned, his head knocking at the end of her. She was squeezing him, the muscles of her pussy contracting, pulling him in further… he groaned…
Her thighs clenched, she almost screamed, a high, protesting noise came from behind her clenched teeth… she was shaking. "Now! Now… now now now…." Her voice was hoarse, rushed…
He saw stars as he came inside her. His cock pulsed, cramped… he pushed hard inside her, his head pressed hard up against the end of her…
She collapsed, her body falling down against the mattress… her thighs were still shaking, her legs slid down his, her calf grazing hisstump again, but this time, he didn't care. He could feel her pulse, feel her skin thumping as the blood pumped beneath it.
He struggled to keep his weight off her, his arms were shaking, still around her waist… he was still inside her. Words itched at his tongue, caught in his throat…
Her hands touched his face, her lips found his. "I'm glad you didn't give up on me." She whispered. "I'm sorry I didn't… I didn't forgive you sooner." Her voice wavered, cracked.
He kissed her, her lips, her nose, her cheeks. "I'm glad you didn't tell me to fuck off." He grinned, pressing his lips to her hair, her neck.
"You sang to me…" her voice was soft. He kissed her cheeks, and his lips came away wet, salty. Tears.
"Are you OK?" he asked, pulling back a little to look at her, as best he could in the dark room.
She nodded, sniffed. "Sorry… I… I haven't, uh, done this before…" she wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. "I don't know…" she gasped "I don't know why…"
He kissed her. "It's OK…"
"It's… it was just… so…" she hiccupped. "Did you feel that too?"
He didn't even need to ask what she meant… he had felt it, an ache, a pulling… he could understand why she was crying, he almost felt like he could tear up, too. "I felt it…" he smiled.
"You sang to me…" she repeated. She sounded amazed.
Arnold slid out of her, slid over her thigh, lay next to her. He put his hand on her hip, rolled her towards him. "Yeah… I hope I didn't embarrass you."
She shook her head. "No… nothing like that." She sighed. "It just made me sad… you confused me."
He kissed her. "I'm sorry… I don't know how to show you how sorry I am… I know… I know how mean I was." He sighed. "I… I know the whole song thing was corny, but I chose the songs carefully. I knew you wouldn't talk to me, so I tried to say as much as I could with them…" his voice trailed off.
"I'm talking to you now…" she whispered.
He smiled. "Yeah… you are." He kissed her. "What do you want me to say?"
She wriggled against him, pressed her face into his shoulder. "You feel good."
He chuckled "You do feel good."
Her ribs jumped as she laughed. "Ha ha… very funny." Her thigh climbed up his, their skin rubbing together, catching. "What were the songs meant to say?"
That I love you. "That I'm sorry."
"Just that?" She kissed his chest.
Does she know? What does she want me to say? I love you… "I missed you."
She pressed herself harder against him. He teased the skin of her back, brushing his fingertips up and down her spine, barely touching her skin. She shivered, moaned. "Nothing else?"
He swallowed, nervous. He screwed his eyes shut… if he was wrong about this… "You want me to say it out loud?" His voice croaked from his throat.
She nodded, her hair tickled his chin. She raised her mouth to his. "If it's the truth… tell me." Her breath brushed his lips.
His heart thudded against his ribs. I love you. "I love you."
Her mouth slid against his. "You love me?" She moaned in question, her thigh came higher up his thigh, tugged him close. It had only been a minute or two, but he started stiffening again.
"I love you…"
His hands explored her, made her gasp. He kissed her all over, from her painted toes, to the palms of her hands… He told her she was beautiful, that he was sorry for hurting her, that he loved her… He discovered her, how she smelt different all over, how she giggled when he stroked the soft skin behind her knee…
He learned her, memorised her, before he slid into her. She sighed when he pressed inside of her, wrapping her arms around his neck, she raised her hips to meet him, kissed him, stroked his face. "I love you too." She whispered.
It was close to dawn by the time they fell asleep, the sheets in a tangle around their feet, the room growing slightly less dim. Her back curled into his chest, her head on his arm, their fingers twined together.
Just before he drifted off, he thought back to the big love that Emma had described… the love that she was holding out for. He breathed in the smell of Helga's hair, the skin of her neck… he was nervous, terrified… everything about her scared him, shook him. But now that he was curled up with her, the smell of their sex permeating his skin… he wanted nothing else. He had his big love…
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